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to incorporate
the baton-like cylinders into my workout regimen.
    “ Where did you come up
with these? You didn’t bring these all the way from London, did
you?” I asked.
    “ No, I constructed them
for you,” Alton replied.
    They’re rather heavy,” I said. “My wrist
feels strained already. Ever hear of carpal tunnel syndrome?”
    His unsympathetic expression spoke volumes.
“It may take some time to acclimate yourself to them. Use them
slowly and methodically at first, and then increase speed once your
muscles have strengthened.”
    That seemed reasonable enough.
    “ We’ll need to wake a
little earlier in the morning, too,” Roman said. “We don’t want to
shave any quality time from your training.”
    Speak for yourself, Roman.
    “ Fine,” I said.
    It was a disparaging thought. I felt like I
didn’t get enough sleep as it was. Between course readings and
class assignments, as well as researching my dissertation subject,
much less actually attending classes, I already filled most
weekdays.
    Of course, my most recent lack of sleep was
due to quality time spent with Kat the prior evening.
    Face it, she wore me out.
    Outside of Kat, my workouts and continued
combat training—secret from any of my college friends and
peers—took their toll on my early mornings, as well.
    I caught a glimpse of Kat out of the corner
of my eye, closely scrutinizing me.
    I winked at her and the corners of her mouth
upturned slightly.
    Was it all part of a plan to keep me so busy
that I didn’t have time to get into further trouble?
    Yeah, right. Trouble somehow always finds me
in the end.
    After exercising and combat training with
Kat and Roman, I spent most of the remainder of the day in
classes.
    After lunch, I received a text from Yale’s
library informing me that one of the books I had reserved through
interlibrary loan had arrived. It was one of the few I could find
that had been written entirely by Dr. Simonson.
    I hurried to the library with Roman in
tow.
    The book, Field Studies on Diseases of the
Blood , was acquired through the Boston
University School of Medicine and was published in 1908 by a
defunct publisher, Firbst & Lachimann, Ltd.
    As books went, it was a veritable tome,
filled with arcane medical jargon and a litany of case studies.
Upon cursory inspection, Dr. Simonson certainly seemed
competent.
    As if I’d have known otherwise.
    I was no medical expert, but I tried to look
on the bright side.
    Well, at least it’s in English.
    I located a nearby comfortable chair and
thumbed through the book. Within an hour, I determined it was
likely going to take days just to make heads or tails out of
anything in it.
    “ Where am I gonna find
time for this?” I asked.
    Following one of my mid-afternoon classes, I
considered heading back to the house. However, I felt rather
pensive and thought that I’d feel too tempted by distractions.
    Instead, I went to the student union to find
a comfortable spot for some more reading from Simonson’s book.
    Fortunately, one of the lounge rooms was
relatively deserted, so I camped out on an oversized recliner in
the corner. Roman secured a small study table in an inconspicuous
area across the room from me.
    With a heavy sigh, I made my debut excursion
into blood disorders case studies. Aside from the frequent use of
my iPad to look up medical terminology, it was occasionally quite
fascinating material. Written when the field was still in its
infancy, Dr. Simonson’s book seemed to have been on the leading
edge of it.
    I lost track of time, and before I knew it,
evening had arrived.
    At approximately six
o’clock, I received a text message from Roman: Late night?
    I sent: Overtime averse? Long day?
    I looked across the room at him but he was
slouched down in his chair ignoring me.
    He responded: Oh, funny man now? More bruises tomorrow morning
for you. ;-)
    I chuckled and
texted: I’ll wrap it up.
    I’d had more than my fair share of sore
muscles and bruises from him since